Saturday, December 30, 2006
Romania
There are few things I think of more consistently. If it is possible to have fallen in love with a country, I have done so. Nearly every day, I think about the places I went, the air, the streets, the buildings. I close my eyes and I can see their faces, hear the sounds, and feel the icy touch of the spring rain. Someday, Romania...
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I feel the same way about New Mexico. Oh, man, what a place.
So... deserty.
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